Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1887-07-23
Communicated.

it must be fulfilled. Byron once said:
Woman, thy VOWS are writ in sand, :"
but that erratic genius never knew
how faithful a woman was to keep her
promise with newspaper man.
There is beautiful piece of music
known as "The Mocking Bird" so
called from its many variations like
the variations OF that southern song
ster in imitation of the songs of all
others Of the feathered tribe, and il
these notes partake Of the same ramb-
ling varied character, you will pardon
us because our pen has forgotten its
cunning in writing for the public eye.
II you have not left your sanctum
long enough to take ride in the
country you win be astonished TO learn
Of the many improvements now being
made and the large number Of acres
being brought into cultivation. We
who have been accustomed TO see so
much of the grave, sombre looking
sagebrush about Fort Hall, wereagree-
ably surprised to find il giving way on
Upper Blackfoot to luxuriant alfalfa
and so manyimeadows up there erich
in hay" We know your fondness
for country life, country scenes and
pure country air and your passion for
fine horses and fire stock, and we ven
ture to say, that il would be risky for
your paper interests for you to visit
that country, because you would be
sure 10 advocate s.squatter sovereign
ty" and want to settle right down
there at once. Our first objective point
was Burrell's ranch, one of the most
charming places on the river. Here
we were welcomed and entertained in
a manner that we have not seen sur
passed in hospitality since we left the
brown hills of old Virginia. Mr.. and
Mrs. Burrell chaperoned us to the fine
fishing waters Of the Wolverine where
we sported with the mountain trout
and were actually cruel enough to
draw one out Of the water. Poor little
thing we soiled its shining, silvery
dress and in our efforts TO wash of
the sand and dirt let it drop back in
its native element and it sped away
without thankful word Of parting.
Our friend, Mrs. Osborn, was more
considerate, she spent the time drop
ping them a line but was too tendC r
hearted to draw them up and expose
them to the scorching sun From the
fishing grounds we went through the
wild, weired canon Of Wolverine whose
picturesque scenery took us back in
memory 10 the far-faned Lookout
mountains in Tennessee We shall
not forget the pleasant country home
of Mr.. Burrell, surrounded by its rich
fields of clover and beautified with its
fruit trees and shrubbery, nor could
we forget il we would, his unbounded
hospitality and entertainment
From Mr.. Burrells we next visited
at Hon. n. A. Justs, and thence con-
tinued our journey on to Judge Shoe
makers. The Judge has beautiful
place and one Of the handsomest resi-
dences we have seen in the country.
We are not surprised to learn that he
welcomes the return of each Saturday
evening when he can lay aside his
musty law books for a Sabbath's rest
at his country home.
Mr.. and Mrs. just received us with
a cordially that made us feel that il
was grand treat to leave the domestic
cares and druggery of home for awhile
and seek rest and recreation in the
country. As the poet Burns would
express it-"It gars us greet to think
Of their hospitality and the pleasant
drives they gave us in the country
around their pleasant country home
Mr.. just will soon erect handsome
brick residence in keeping with the
fine ranch he owns and then he will
be fully equipped for long life of com
fort and enjoyment You have often
mentioned the fourishing condition
of the alfalfa and hay crop, but il
seems to us that Mr. Burrell and Mr.
just could supply the country. We
could write you much more, but it is
greater secret TO know how TO stor
than how TO begin, and so we will STOP
right here. Truly,
Your NOMINATING HALF.
P.S. IL has been said that q woman
never concluded letter without q
postscript, and we have no ambition
in this line, to do what no other woman
has ever done, hence these additional
| lines. While clambering over the
rocks in the canon we were startled
by the rattle of rattle-snakes right al
us; we had never heard one before and
when Mrs. Burrell told us what it was
we were rs badly frightened as If il
had been mouse hid away in ouI
machine drawer When riding out al
Mr. Just's our vehicle ran over one
with five rattles which we brought
home and present you as trophy OF
our exploits or us spoil of our vic
tory. Mrs, Osborn is a charming trav-
cling companion, as good as Josiah
Aliens wife, and she is 10 be counted
as one Of our Soda Springs party.